She found a bench to sit on. The night breeze brushed past, and she felt a bit cold, curling into herself.
She was only wearing pajamas, with no shoes on her feet. Only now did she notice the piercing pain radiating from the soles of her feet. She endured the pain and plucked out the stones and thorns embedded in her flesh, then sat blankly on the bench, staring at her surroundings.
She didn't know what to do.
No matter how mature she acted, she was only eighteen. Without a home, where could she go? How was she supposed to survive the next three months?
She didn't know.
Would Qin Wei come to the school to look for her?
At that thought, Qin Youxue felt a wave of fear rise in her heart.
And even if she told someone about these things, would they believe her?
Would they believe that a father in this world could really do such things to his own biological daughter?
A sliver of fear crept into Qin Youxue's heart, little by little.
